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Spent the last few days chained to solitude by my lethargy.  My energy spent after I went back into the past to attempt to regain the glory days of our love.  My weight-lifting gloves are still in my car because they are the only things that made it that far.  As for me...if it wasn't for this dry county I'd be in the nearest liquor store getting me a "hook" to help me make it back to my apartment door.  I looked for you but your star seems so far away from me now that even though I've plotted where you are in the sky, you still can't hear me sigh and you still can't hear me cry when I miss you...



It hurt me so bad when I couldn't be around to protect you.  Usually I have to collect you from wherever and take away from never-never land when I need you to be grown up.  But now substance abuse has you sewn up and you are trapped inside without my key.  I remember when you were sober and you used to tell me how we were gonna be happily married in 2003.  Then we got separated by the tide and I was unaware when you got swept away by the "dark side."  My pride told me to let you go and allow you to sort your problems out but somehow I heard you when you shouted my name.  So when my soul begged me to intervene the scene U caused almost got me arrested.  I backed away and re-invested in myself...and let you go.



Little did I know that your soul was calling out to mine.  The sands of time tell ancient stories of soul-mates reaching out towards each other but at that time I hadn't yet discovered how to understand what you needed.  Funny but everytime your soul got cut; mine bleeded.  I noticed an emptiness and I knew it was you I missed but if this love was bliss then how do I get back?



Knowledge rained on me for several years and my ears were receptive to the sounds of the drops as they copped a seat in my spirit.  I had taken the green pill and the rabbit hole seemed to finally be coming to an end but then there were tests for me.  It seemed to be that before we could ever return to our glory that I would be forced to tell our story taking care not to leave out the gory details...I failed.  My knowledge forsaken I was taken to the end of cognition and told that to remedy my condition I would have to seek new volition.  Start over, do not pass go, do not get the contract, do not go "pro."



Glory, I've found, has led me around and around and around until I finally began to see the error of my ways on the ground in front of me.  My 3rd eye could see again and now i sought to find you, my friend, my lover, the reason I go on and today I sit upon my belongings and dig through the things that remind me of you.  Pictures, letters, your old "Pooh" sweaters have all renewed and revived my desire to be alive and now I must find you and return you to the "hive."  We have honey to make and a field of poppies to pollinate and, of course, we have more glory days to create.